my arms are burning from the countless holes in which the venom was injected
if love is golden then i'm sorry but this heavy feeling in my chest is a heart of lead
there are burns on my face from the acidity of my tears..
there is a break in my cool, it's shattered pieces are left on the floor with the glass
my mind has broken..
now i am trully lost.....
the irony is there is no serotonin left.... the pills took care of that
I tried, dear lord i did my best to see you but i didn't have enough to stop my heart.
i broke my skin countless times and drank more then my stomach could hold..
my lungs burn from the countless canisters i breathed and my blood is still on the window
what does it take for me to walk beside you...
i could count the things wrong with my life right now but my mind wont see past what is wrong with me
i don't think iv'e ever been so cold
i hate the world for broken promises and empty dreams it said i could have
i hate myself for thinking them true
The ones i love are to far away to care
the ones close to me are to shallow to love
The ones who love me are long in the past
never to be again
it's funny how things end up, i have done the things i warned people about
i have broken the rules i have made for my friends
i have fallen further then i have ever climbed
and still i want to dig deeper
but you try your hardest
whatever the cost
in the end just to realise
you've already lost
. . .
. .
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© 2008 serotonin lost
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